my last dance | myg x bts

tears

min yoongi is having the time of his life at taehyung's mansion. as it turns out, taehyung has been the only one around the mansion for a month since his friends are on an important trip around the world, or something to the fact. considering all the freaky things that have seemed to go on around him and the mansion, yoongi's really not surprised at all.

everything that he has been objectified to in the past two weeks still has his mind swirling and he's often dazed or light-headed around the male. everything has been a constant flow of ruptured luminosity or even... even magic. yoongi almost wants to say that he's happy, but he doesn't want to jinx it. not when he's frolicking in the fields while blowing rainbow bubbles. rainbow! who even has rainbow liquid? apparently taehyung does, since everything the older has ever taken from him has been in some way oddly colored.

his clothes have been woven from soft colored fabrics, silky yet yarn-like material flowing down his shoulder and past his waist in rose golds that burn in fluorescent shades, royal teals that turn lilac with a caressing touch, even pastel oranges that shine under the moonlight. it has to be magic.

yet, he's not surprised at all when the lights begin to glow and expand differently. there's a surprise concoction of mystery and slight excitement every time yoongi catches a glimpse of the magical... magical somethings. yoongi just knows there's something behind all of the light and the fragmented colorization; he just hasn't figured out what.

today, yoongi and taehyung are hosting a tea party in the middle of the labyrinth. they woke up at six in the morning to make their way through the green bushed maze so they could set up around eight. taehyung's friends are coming back today, and yoongi has been curious for a while.

the two of them had stepped foot in the entrance of the labyrinth, but the bushes weren't green at all- the leaves were shades of silver and gold, shining upon a touch from the sun.

yoongi wants to reach out and touch the leaves when he sees the flowers just beyond them. they glow in brilliant shades of blues and purples. his breath is taken away. beside him, taehyung is chuckling, hand pulling on the silky cloth of the maroon sleeve. "yoongi, we don't want to get stuck here. it gets better the closer to the center we are."

taehyung, as usual, is right.

the shades become more vibrant with each step they take and begin to move, despite there being no breeze today. the gold and silver begin to blend in together on one leaf, thorns beginning to shrink into oblivion and the shrubbery also seems to shrink in height, only going to their knees when the pair finally steps into the clearing.

yoongi lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. there are trees that seem to reach the sky with vibrant orange bark and purple leaves that fray at the end. the red petals keep falling onto the grass but miss the big basin filled with crystal blue water.

"i thought this was a tea party? why is there a bucket...?" yoongi's thought catches in his throat, when the water begins to radiate along with taehyung's smile. "you worry too much, yoongi. help me set up the blanket"

they pull a large towel right next to the basin, nailing it down on the corners and then in the middle, despite there being no breeze. they set down the basket in the middle and begin to pull out the items inside. there's three bottles of wine, various pitchers of tea, baroque teacups in blue, and some type of buttered scones.

they wait in the field, blue weeds being torn in between nimble pale fingers, a giant shimmering star in the lonely, golden sky. somewhere along the way, yoongi falls asleep. he's cocooned by a loving humidity that strokes his hair and whispers softly in his ears. it's magic.

"yoongi! wake up! they're here!" taehyung is yelling, shaking the boy awake. he protests while groaning into puniceous cloth, ears turning a bright red. there's faint laughter and booming music being played. the atmosphere is a lot lighter than when he fell asleep and it awakens him immediately.

there are doves encircling the field, other boys running around in swimming trunks and dragging white robes behind them. a harp plays itself and faint encirclements of light fall onto the boys' heads, although the sun isn't shining particularly bright. it almost looks like a scene from a painting and yoongi is the onlooker.

the angels have come to play.